Wee Willie Winkie Page #3

Aye. That's good.

I thought maybe I'd boiled it

a little bit too much.

- Boiled it?

- Aye. Just a military requirement.

Take this. It'll give you

a little bit more importance.

Oh, it's just elegant.

Hmm. I carved it meself.

- Thanks.

- Welcome.

Let's let the men take a squint at you.

Slope... arms!

Right, left. Turn!

Quick turn!

Military escort, halt!

Khoda Khan, sir.

Very good, Corporal.

Escort, about! Turn!

Quick! March!

This way, if you please.

Take this for me, will you, please?

- Mr. Khan!

- Hmm.

Mr. Khan. You dropped this.

Mr. Khan, here's your necklace.

May Allah bless and protect thee...

for the rest of thy days.

- Thank you very much.

- Private Winkie!

Come here!

Get under there. There.

Aw, look what you've done now!

You got your kilt all dirty.

Come here. I've a good mind to-

But he was so glad to get back

his necklace, Sergeant.

Well, it'll take more than a necklace

to get him out of that jail.

But why are they gonna

put him in jail?

Aw, because he's a black-hearted,

thieving Pathan, that's why.

But he was such a nice gentleman.

Gentleman? Pooh!

Gentleman!

Why, he'd cut your head off

as soon as look at you.

Ah-

Stay over here. Wait there, lassie.

Outside, you lazy scrubs!

Outside for a special drill!

What? Special drill?

- Whose orders?

- My orders.

- Your orders!

- Yeah. My orders!

He says his orders.

Lassie, about turn.

Donald.

That's me when I was a little baby.

Oh, I think you were just beautiful.

Party, attention!

Slope... arms!

One, two, three!

Present... arms!

One, two, three!

Snap into it, will you? Snap into it!

Take that smile off your face.

Slope... arms!

One, two!

Now, on the third syllable

of the word "turn"...

you smartly turn to the right...

snapping your left heel

against the right heel...

with the toes at the angle of 45 degrees,

approximately!

Now, smartly!

Right... turn!

Quick! March!

Left. Left. Left. Left.

About turn! One, two, three!

Left. Left. Left.

Left. Left. Left. Left.

Party, halt!

Right turn!

Quick, get in the dress there. You're always

the last man to obey the word of command!

Always the last man!

Come out in dress here.

Order! Hey.

Are you grinnin' at me?

Order!

Arms! Two!

Stand at ease!

If you persist with this

stubborn silence, Khoda Khan...

we shall never get anywhere.

I tell you fror the last time...

we are prepared to give you

your immediate release...

on condition that you guarantee

there'll be no more stealing of rifles...

no more raids

and no more plundering.

Speak up, man!

This is your last chance for freedom.

I ask nothing...

and I give nothing.

Take him away.

Escort, attention! Right turn!

Quick! March!

- Sergeant.

- Party, halt!

Sergeant,

what's the meaning of this?

Drilling in the midday sun? Huh?

- Yes, sir, I-You see, sir-

- Huh?

- Yes, sir. L-I-

- What's the matter?

- Yes, sir. I-I-I-

- Can't you talk, man?

Yes, sir.

You see, sir, I-I-

- Come on with it!

- Very good, sir.

You see, sir,

I- I thought a little-

thought a little drill

wouldn't do them any harm, sir.

The men are getting a little rusty, sir.

With your permission, General.

Party, form fours!

What's this? What's this? What's this?

Private Winkie, sir.

- A new recruit.

- Yes, sir.

Fear God, honor the queen,

shoot straight and keep clean.

Very funny.

Silence!

The rascals are pulling your leg, Colonel.

Fine soldier.

- Captain Bibberbeigh?

- Yes, sir.

I think a little polishing will remove

that rustiness in quick time.

Sergeant MacDuff

can take that party out...

for three hours extra drill.

Yes, sir.

Private Winkie's excused.

Go in and get your nap.

Sergeant MacDuff, the colonel feels...

that three hours extra drill

would eliminate that, uh, rustiness.

Form two deep.

Pipe Major Sneath will play you around.

Quick. Mark time.

Forward!

I'm sorry that Priscilla and I-

This is a cantonment

under military discipline...

and I wish that you and the child

would keep to your own quarters.

I will not have this cantonment

turned into a confounded nursery!

Dismissed. I mean, that's all.

Good afternoon.

Mr. MacLeish...

I'm a very unpopular man.

Soon we'll be up to a hundred.

Then it'll be all done.

- Then what'll we do, Mommy?

- Start another one, I suppose.

Memsahib,

Major Mrs. MacMonachie.

MacMonachie?

MacMonachie.

Show them in.

We'd better put these away.

Mommy, do you want me

to make myself scarce?

If you want to

go out and play, go on.

- I thought perhaps we might, uh-

- I was just passing.

- I'm so glad you came.

- How are you, my dear?

Just fine, thank you.

Darling, go tell Mohammet Dihn

to bring us some tea.

- Remember when you go out-

- Keep away from the soldiers. Hello.

Keep out of the sun.

Keep out of Mrs. Allardyce's petunias.

Oh! I just thought of a good name for her!

Mrs. Snoopysnoot.

Extraordinary.

Tea for memsahibs.

You always hear everything,

don't you, Mohammet Dihn?

Mohammet Dihn hears very much,

knows very much.

Knows something very sad

about your friend.

My friend? Coppy?

The one who is in the prison.

You mean in jail.

Khoda Khan.

Why you not go see him?

Khoda Khan very sad, very lonely.

But when he sees you,

his heart is glad.

Poor man.

I go now, make tea for memsahibs.

You kind little girl.

You go see Khoda Khan, huh?

- If you think it would make him happy.

- Very much happy.

All right. I will.

- You give him this.

- What is it?

Mohammet Dihn prayer.

Bring peace to his heart.

Here.

Like a brave soldier. Carry dispatch.

Big secret-just you, me.

Not let anybody know.

Oh, I won't.

I found it very difficult

to adapt myself, too...

when I first came from England.

- You know, I remember-

- The sound of those bugles

almost drove me mad.

- The soldiers were-

- Does it affect you that way?

Yes.

But I- I've an idea

it won't be so dull for you.

What do you mean?

Oh, Lieutenant Brandes asked me to tell you

that he was going to be in Raj Pore...

tomorrow afternoon...

and if you happen to be there,

just by chance, my dear-

Hello, Mr. Khan. How are you today?

Why do you come here?

I thought you might be lonesome.

You're a strange child.

Aren't you sorry now you made

all that trouble about those old rifles?

I'm sorry only because

I lost the rifles...

and my freedom as well.

But if you told the colonel you

were sorry and promised to be good...

then he'd let you out of jail.

You are sorry, aren't you?

No.

Then you'll have to stay here,

I suppose, until you are.

- Well, good-bye, Mr. Khan.

- Good-bye.

Oh.

I almost forgot.

Here. It's a prayer.

Mohammet Dihn said it would

bring peace to your heart.

Mohammet Dihn speaks the truth.

Well, good-bye, Mr. Khan.

- Private Winkie, get on off of there!

- I was just leaving.

This way. Don't let me catch you

here again. Go on here.

Sorry.

Now- Now the fundamental principles...

of the noble art of self-defense...

- is, first of all, defense.

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